I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.

"Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss." "What?" I ask. "The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that." And then he asks me if I'd like to perform on a new singing program he's launching in a few weeks. Something upbeat would be good. He'll send the crew to my house.

I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation... "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.

It sends out a very clear message: "Mess with us and we'll do something worse than kill you. We'll kill your children.

We could do it, you know." "What?" "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.

The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest down through my body out along my arms and legs to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect of making my need greater.

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.